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idea of being beholden to anyone, but he didn’t want to fail his brothers again. He had been charged with getting the castle back in the hands of the MacLeods. He could either accept Malcolm’s help or travel to London himself and take that much longer to rescue Quinn.
    There wasn’t really a choice. Still, it was difficult for Fallon. “And what do you want in exchange?”
    “I would tell you I’m doing it because I want to, but you wouldn’t believe me. So I ask that you listen to Larena. That’s all you have to do. Just listen to her.”
    Fallon watched him walk away. People weren’t kind for no reason at the castle of the king. They were all out for themselves. They would do you a favor if you could do one in return. Was it worth it to listen to Larena?
    When he turned back, Larena was also gone. Fallon ran a hand down his face. He was so tired. And damned thirsty for wine. He held his hand in front of his face and cursed when he saw it shake.
    He spun on his heel and stalked to his chamber. He was fidgety, anxious. He wanted to sit atop his castle and let his god loose. He wanted to look out over his sea and watch the waves roll in the dark water. He wanted the comfort of his hall and the calm of home. He wanted his brothers.
    Fallon eased his door shut behind him. No candles flickered in greeting. He preferred it this way. It reminded him of what he had left behind on the coast.
    He barred the door and froze as he realized someone was in the chamber with him. He reached out, his hand wrapping around a thin wrist.
    Fallon pulled the intruder out of the shadows and into the light of the moon from his window. He lengthened one of his claws and put it in his assailant’s side as he pinned a wrist to the door. His eyes widened when he saw he had none other than Larena Monroe in his grasp.
    The scent of lilies washed over him. He realized too late he had her against the door, his body pressed against hers. His gaze was riveted to her breasts that rose and fell rapidly, matching the beat of the pulse at her throat.
    His anger vanished, replaced with something more primal, more urgent. His blood roared in his ears as desire surged through him. He could feel every inch of her soft body, and God help him, he wanted more. He fought for control, fought to release her and step back.
    Then he heard something through the door. A sound distant and fleeting, but with his enhanced hearing he was able to catch it. He leaned his face toward the wood of the door and found his head next to Larena’s.
    The sound was forgotten as the feel of her silky cheek rubbed against his. He turned his head and breathed in the scent of her hair. A silken strand touched his face, and before he knew what he was doing, he bent and licked her neck. His lips slid over her jaw and he heard the whoosh of air that passed through her mouth.
    His balls tightened as blood rushed to his cock. He had to get away from her, to forget about sampling her lips and tasting her creamy skin. To forget the feel of her curves against his body and the way she fit against him perfectly. To forget the taste of her on his tongue and the scent of her that filled his nose.
    But Fallon made a fatal mistake. He looked into her eyes.

FOUR
    Cairn Toul Mountain
Northern Highlands
    Quinn tugged at the chains holding his wrists and ankles in the darkness of his prison. How long had he been in the mountain? A day? A month?
A year?
    With every moment he was Deirdre’s captive he could feel himself slipping under the god’s control. His god, Apodatoo, the god of revenge, wanted complete power.
    There had been a few weeks before Deirdre captured him when Quinn had been tempted to give the god that command. He had resisted. But then again, he’d had his brothers to help him, even though they hadn’t known what was going through his mind.
    His brothers.
    God, how he missed them. He missed Lucan’s easy smile that relaxed him, and Fallon’s intense gaze that gave him